I walked idly down the street
My toes poked holes in puddles
(Lakes for ants on oceans of concrete)
I dipped my foot in the sky
And made an earthquake
(or a tornado, I cannot tell)
Waterfalls caught upon my eyelashes
Thirsty beads jumped in elation
(Sparkling gems tapped my skin)
Rivers swelled storm drains
And let the drivers play, too
(Not everyone is so idle)
The downpour turned to monsoon
And galoshes took to puddle jumping
(I walked idly down the street)
Author notes
I love the rain...one cannot express the infinite beauties and joys of such a moment in so short a time, but the sheer ecstacy grips that grips my heart in moments kissed by falling gems... that, indeed, I can articulate...
Wow, I'm feeling prosey today...
Much Love.
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- The Unsung Prewrites by Shahrazad.
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Wow- this was wonderful- I absolutely loved reading this. So unique and simple but wonderful and complex all at the same time! I loved the line in parenthesis about puddles being lakes for ants on oceans of concrete. I'm glad you notice the little things like that- its a child-like quality I try to keep with me through the rest of my life. Excellent- Thanks for entering it in the contest!
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